Marcel

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Authors Note: Guys, I'm sick and I'm laying down watching Harry Potter. I wish Harry was here to cuddle with me and watch it. I wish he was here to make me feel better /: ok, hope you like this chapter!

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT. LAST WARNING EVER.

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I kick small rocks up the sidewalk as I walk down this endless street. I guess I'll be leaving Marcel's tonight. Maybe I could call Jessie to see if I can stay there but I'd rather not. I just don't know how things will play out with him and I. I acted like a child and I should've talking to him about what was upsetting me, but he was already doing and saying too much for me to just let it go like it was nothing.

When I reach his house, he's not home yet. Neither is Anne. I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone anyway. I sigh as I walk through the front door and quickly make my way up to my room. Well, the room I had been staying in for the time being. To my advantage, I hadn't unpacked my things yet, so everything is already packed and ready for me to leave. I quickly change into black yoga pants and a white t-shirt to start putting my dirty clothes into my suitcase. Marcel has been texting and calling me for the past hour but I've dodged each and every one of them. He obviously has never had a girlfriend, so he obviously doesn't know how to keep one.

After having all of my things together, I take a few trips to my car to put them in the back. I got in and buckled up before starting the engine and just as I was ready to pull out, Marcel pulls into the driveway. I sigh and angrily slam my hands onto the steering wheel. I lay my head on the wheel and seconds later there's a knock at my window. I slowly turn my head to look at him and finally after about ten seconds, I realize that he's crying. I roll down my window and he leans on the side and sniffles. He doesn't make eye contact with me, he just looks up at his house.

"I'm sorry." He croaks, rubbing his cheek on his shoulder to absorb his tears. "There's no way I can take back what happened, and I'm just sorry." He mumbles. "I'm crying because I finally got my chance with the girl I fell in love with three years ago and I probably just lost her for good." He rubs his eyes before looking at me. "Don't leave, Riley. I'll do anything." He pleads.

"You haven't been in love with me since the first day of-"

"I have. I swear I have. The second you kneeled down beside me. The second you asked if I was okay. The second I laid eyes on you." He leans in closer. Close enough that I can smell his strong cologne. He closes his eyes and brushes his lips over mine. "I've loved you since the day you made me feel like I was worth it, Riley. You made me feel like I meant something to someone, other than my mother, of course." He paused and my heart is beating against my chest as I listen to him. "You looked so beautiful. You looked beautiful every day after that and I just loved you without being able to help myself." He whispers against my lips before fully kissing them. I close my eyes and slowly kiss back, bringing my hand to the back of his neck.

He pulls away after a couple of seconds. "Please baby, come inside." He leans his forehead against mine, our noses slightly touching. 

I nod my head and he opens my car door, holding onto my hand and pulling me to the front door. When we enter the house, he quickly walks to the stairs and we make our way up them. When we reach his bedroom door, we walk in and he locks it. I sit on his bed and watch as he takes off his converse, revealing his black socks and small ankles. He walks to the bed and sits beside me, staring straight ahead for about a minute before looking at me.

"I didn't do anything with her." He whispers, staring deeply into my eyes. I nod my head and look at my own intertwined fingers in my lap. He takes ahold of them and pulls me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his torso and lay my head on his chest as the both of us lay back.